Chapter 7: Defective Melons and Split Dates

Miss Hua immediately stopped in her tracks, smiling warmly as she said, "Keke, when did you get here? You're becoming more beautiful by the day, I'm sure the championship is yours this time."

"Miss Hua, you're making me blush with your compliments. I've heard that the other models this time have all done international shows, so they're not to be underestimated."

"That's true. There's also a newcomer named Miao'er, though new, her figure is exceptional, and her looks are indeed not bad."

"Miao'er?"

"There's a model named Miao'er?" Upon hearing this, Lin Ke's face immediately drained of color.

For five years, Miao'er had vanished without a trace. Her father and Sheng Hang rarely mentioned her, but that didn't mean they didn't care.

In those five years, she didn't know how much she had given to become her father's most dutiful daughter, to make Su Shenghang give his undivided love to her.

However, she hadn't expected Miao'er to come back!

Just thinking about Miao'er's face, Lin Ke felt a surge of insane jealousy,

She was the Lin Family's pearl, the dazzling young miss; if it hadn't been for her tireless scheming, how could she have shaken Miao'er's status?

Now that she was back, did that mean she was going to become Miao'er's foil again?

Lin Ke, unwilling to accept this, took out her phone and flipped to a photo: "Miss Hua, look closely, is it her?"

Miss Hua nodded and replied, "That's right. Oh, did you know each other before?"

A look of disgust flashed in Lin Ke's eyes: "Miss Hua, I do not wish for this person to pass the preliminary round. She... she cannot enter this circle."

Miss Hua was visibly shocked for a second, then seemed to understand, and hummed in agreement.

Even though Miao'er had a face that could topple empires and a fine figure, and Miss Hua indeed had plans to cultivate her,

But Lin Ke was the Lin Family's young miss and the future Mrs. Su; how could she dare to offend her?

At the party venue.

The man, dressed in a gray suit, sat quietly with his distinct fingers loosening his tie, spoke to the stern-faced man opposite him, "Big brother, I'm very grateful you could grace us with your presence, but could we maybe move forward a bit? There are so many beauties walking the runway up front; we can hardly see from here!" "Hey, I'm talking to you," the man pointed towards the rest area on the second floor, "Look, a model just came out."

Gong Motin slightly lifted his eyelids, gave the man a glance, and said, "So this is the 'surprise' you were talking about?"

Gong Shaoyang awkwardly chuckled, "If I hadn't put it that way, how could I have coaxed you, this Buddha, to come?"

If it weren't for his aunt's nagging insistence, he wouldn't bother with these matters,

After all, with Gong Motin's lofty standards, finding him a partner was akin to solving a problem of epic proportions.

Gong Motin had always disliked attending any sort of parties,

As for why he favored today's event, it was probably because the woman's appearance this morning had troubled him all day, and he wanted to divert his attention.

His interest waning, he casually glanced upstairs, "These women, quite ordinary."

"Take another good look, if you see someone you like, I'll definitely help you land her!"

Even though they were sitting in the corner, those women still felt his presence and cast glances his way.

There was even a foreign beauty who blew a kiss through the air...

Imperfect specimens.

After a while, Gong Motin spoke.

Gong Shaoyang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Alright, it seems your heart is set on only sister-in-law Miao'er."

But that sister-in-law, alive yet unseen, dead without a trace... Does she really exist?

"Forget it, I might as well go back to racing. Do you want to come with me?"

Gong Motin was about to get up when suddenly, a familiar face intruded into his view. She emerged on the second floor, warmly greeting people.

The man's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, that face, he would recognize it even if it turned to ashes!